I was born on Friday the 13th. Though many people have a morbid fear of this day known as friggatrisaidekaphobia, it’s always been a delightful day for me. Despite its infamy as the Witches Sabbath, whenever it shows up on the calendar, birthday or not, I celebrate it as “Frigging Friday.” I’ve never been superstitious nor afraid of much, but what I recently discovered about my birthday brings to surface an increasing phobia of my own, chronomentrophobia—the fear of running out of time!
I have never been a fan of putting Tubman on the $20, especially at a time when the lives of black people today are of no more value to this country than when she lived. Like many others, I thought this had something to do with appeasing black people and instead, is causing more division in race relations—some vowing to exchange that $20 bill for other denominations rather than use it. Also, I assumed there had to be a black organization or group behind this whole unnecessary debate since the Congressional Black Caucus (CBC) praised Treasury Secretary Jacob Lew’s plans to replace Jackson with Tubman in 2016.